Page 13 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

And Melly nodded obediently then.

“Yes Daddy, please pass the cream sauce again,” she murmured again. “I’m eating my veggies like a good girl.”

That was true, Melly had scarfed up most of her asparagus and I nodded approvingly.

“That’s right, vegetables make good little girls grow tall and big. But this is no cream sauce honey, or it’s not the cream sauce you think it is.”

The brunette paused mid-bite.

“It does taste different Daddy, it’s not your usual béarnaise. Does it have sour cream in it? Maybe some vanilla? It’s different from what they have at the Dunkin’ Doobie,” she said, chewing slower, savoring the tang.

And I almost shouted with laughter because how could a place called Dunkin’ Doobie have béarnaise? They probably passed off some shitty ranch sauce as béarnaise, throwing in some butter and re-branding it with a French name. But even more, Mandy would never believe what was in the Valley Pine béarnaise, this was a special concoction. And I grinned, leaning back, happy to share the secret.

“Honey,” I said mildly. “This cream sauce is flavored with my cum. That slightly salty tang is my cum that you’re tasting, mixed in with butter, milk, and spices. So yeah, sweetheart, you’re drinking me at this very moment.”

The girl’s eyes went wide at that, her mouth ceasing all movement before audibly gulping.

“Are you serious Daddy? This is your … semen?” she stuttered, almost unable to say it.

I nodded mildly.

“That’s right sweetheart. All of your meals with be flavored with a little something from me. You might have bacon and eggs with cum, or a little cum in your milk in the mornings. Maybe the mayo for your ham and cheese sandwich will be semen-flavored. But whatever it is, my little girls get a dose of sperm with every meal, it keeps them strong and healthy.”

And instead of being grossed out, Melissa’s eyes shone bright, unsure still but titillated.

“Are you serious?” she asked again softly. “Oh god Mr. Lancaster.”

And I took her hand in mine.

“That’s right baby girl, welcome to Valley Pine. I like my girls to get as much of my cum in them as possible during their stay here, in their pussies, in their mouths, even bathing in it when the time is right. So honey, finish your meal and then we’ll go upstairs, hmmm? Daddy will help you change and then tuck you in for the night. It’s been a long day for you, and little girls get tired easily.”

And with that, I squeezed that small palm encouragingly before leaning forward to give her a kiss on the forehead.

“And if you’re good,” I added. “You’ll get a couple kisses goodnight, on your forehead, on your mouth, and honey, on that pretty pussy too. Doesn’t that sound good? Doesn’t that sound like something you’d like sweetheart?”

The girl flushed then, her whole body going up a couple degrees, trembling a bit, eyes wide and bright.

“Yes Daddy, it does sound good,” she murmured, shy yet willing, big boobies heaving. I was sure that small pussy was beginning to leak, fluid dripping between her thighs.

So with one last satisfied kiss, a grunt deep in my throat, I got up from the dining room table. Shit, with the way things were going, Melly and I were gonna be a perfect fit, she’d be the yin to my yang, the white to my black, the little girl to my older man. It was illicit, it was fucked-up, it was disgusting and nasty, but shit yeah, it was totally worth it. Coming back from Buenos Aires stat on the Concord had been a good call because now I was revved up and ready to go … with Melly as my delicious playmate.

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